Monthly Archives: May 2013

Henry is feeling much better. I still regret that he couldn’t mingle more with everyone on Saturday, but very glad he got to meet everyone and experience a little bit of my home state. One thing I have discovered in my many years in New York is that the west is always in my heart. I look forward to Henry getting older and being able to truly enjoy all the beauty of Wyoming (in the summer of course, the winters are a bit long).

Most of the photos in the gallery show Henry with family members and the video shows his progress as he learns to crawl. It was nice for Henry to have all the space of my grandmother’s floor to really move vs. our small apartment floor where he is unable to go very far without running into something.

Julie, Henry and Mae waiting for mom to retrieve her luggage at the Denver airport.

Visitors to this site may notice that it’s been about a week since the previous post. That’s because Henry and I flew to Wyoming last Wednesday. It was Henry’s first overnight trip and his first time meeting the majority of my family. My grandma organized a nice welcome dinner on Saturday so everyone could meet him. Unfortunately Henry spent most of the time fighting the sniffles and what appeared to be either allergies or a small cold. He didn’t get to spend too much time with the family, but there are a few snapshots of him trying to join the party.

We got home late Tuesday night. I will post more photos tomorrow. It was a long day of driving and flying. Henry did fine on both flights, but got pretty restless towards the end and I could tell he was pretty excited to be back with his dad, not that he didn’t love meeting his family in Wyoming. Time for bed.

Henry and me after landing in Denver. Henry did very well on his first plane ride. The two women sitting next to me said they were on their way to Laramie too. They were from Brooklyn and the daughter took this photo.

Henry and Mae see each other at the airport. Mae is always smiling.

Mae smiles at Henry.

Henry’s first time being strapped into a car seat. He did not like it very much.

Jacqui and I took Henry to the annual Taste of Tribeca food festival this afternoon after returning from the Brooklyn Half Marathon. It’s a charity event that benefits the local public schools where neighborhood restaurants set up booths to serve sample-sized dishes. There are about seventy participating restaurants which offers a lot of variety to choose from and the opportunity to sample even some upscale places affordably. We were able to taste about a dozen samples ranging from unfamiliar new dishes to standbys like Duane Park Patisserie‘s warm molten chocolate cake for dessert.

Henry and Mark met me after I finished the Brooklyn Half Marathon this morning. I hadn’t run this race for a few years. The course has changed (now ending in Coney Island instead of Prospect Park) and so has my ability to recover as quickly as I used to. I am pretty sore as I write this. It was sure nice to know I could hug my Henry after I was done running. That is what kept me going when I started to struggle in the last mile.

This was Henry’s first trip to Coney Island. He didn’t really get to see much of it, but I told him that the Cyclone will probably still be around when he is old enough to ride it. I tend to forget that people are still feeling the effects of Hurricane Sandy. Coney Island seems to be in a long recovery mode and it is pretty sad as both Mark and I have some fun memories of attending concerts and playing volleyball with friends there. Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs is still closed, but I am sure Coney Island will recover eventually.

Henry has really improved at his swim class. He went from a screaming baby in the pool to, I think, actually really enjoying it. His skills in the pool have improved on a weekly basis as well. This is thanks to a great teacher, but also a boy who has become more fearless in the pool. He has learned to float and realize when to hold his breath in preparation for going under water. He kicks and splashes too. It is amazing how babies learn from visual cues. Guess I won’t flip him the bird anymore.

Henry and me through the glass saying hi to Mark. He was able to catch the end of class today.